This is a song about "Floppy things"

By god, slow grind

Making things hard to find

Rapping bout things that leave mark

They don't hear the bark

No it ain't easy

And i'll make things creamy

And you're approaching me right

Doing every day things, at night

That going through some things

That was my influence

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

While scheming on hits